my beloveds 🥰
he takes the lead, pulling hunter towards the bunk and laying him down. “i got you, sarge. i got you”
what he’s looking for. comfort, he supposes. he hasn’t felt that in who knows how long. before he knows it he’s hauling wrecker into a desperate kiss, pulling him impossibly close. he needs this. needs to feel anything other than the helplessness that’s been clinging to him for months. and wrecker
“we’ll find her, hunter.” and stars hunter wants to believe it. he hasn’t given up hope but he can feel it slowly slipping through his fingers. he hurts. he aches. he feel’s fractured. if it weren’t for wrecker holding him together he would’ve shattered ages ago. he searches wrecker’s face, not sure
holds him in his strong arms and waits for hunter to calm down. it takes a while, he tries to fight his hold. but wrecker is too strong and too patient, and eventually the fight is drained from him, and only when he sags in wrecker’s embrace does he loosen his grip enough to turn hunter to face him
#wreckhunt#cloneshipping once again thinking about wrecker and hunter alone on the ship as they search for omega… hunter raging after another unsuccessful mission. they aren’t any closer to finding her. he can’t hold it back. he’s yelling and punching the walls and wrecker has to hold him back.
arching off the bed when he does, clenching around both of their fingers
inserts a finger alongside crosshair’s. mayday matches his pace, helps finger him open while crosshair continues to stroke his cock. he feels hot all over. somehow this feels more filthy and intimate than anything they’ve done before. when mayday pushes a second finger in crosshair cums hard